She lay in her dark
room, staring at the ceiling. The prior events of that evening played
over and over in her head, her mind refusing to let her forget what
she had done. Her body was drenched with sweat, and yet she still
shivered... Shivered from the memory.

It certainly had not
been a typical day. No, this was one of those days when something
most unexpected happened, something that shattered all sense of
stability and brought back memories so painful that one forgets that
it happened so long ago, because the pain feels so fresh. When she
had been informed of the three corpses with their faces melted off,
she had immediately known whose work it was. Only he would commit
such a twisted act of senseless violence. Only he would use a
technique so... forbidden.

She had gone into a
frenzy, making hasty decisions and barking out orders before rushing
off to face her demon. She had no plan really, not knowing what she
would do or say once she encountered said demon. That was one of her
major faults; She always rushed blindly into things, eyes clouded by
rage, desperation, or fear. Those emotions made her stupid, and he
knew this, and took advantage of it as often as he could... Even to
this day, he still knew just how to push her buttons. After all, he
knew her better than anyone.

When she had finally
found him, hanging from a giant tree in the Forest of Death, it took
all her strength to walk over to him, to speak without her voice
shaking. She didn't know what he wanted, if he would kill her or just
beat her. She just had a sneaking feeling that he had been planning
this encounter. She had tried to fight him,
but ended up being tricked, having her ass handed to her, being
humiliated. His hand had been so gentle when it stroked her cheek...
She remembered when she was a child and he had done such things. And
that had always reassured her that he cared, that he would not
abandon her and continue to train her. Yes, she remembered his
kindness in that moment, but the fond memory had faded away when he
opened his mouth, reminding her that despite all of her hard work and
determination, he had still cast her aside like trash... And now he
had found a new student to succeed where she had failed him.

And then he had left
her, alone just as before, and feeling that same emptiness that she
thought she had left behind all those years ago.

That night, she had
entered her house, exhausted from her encounter with him, from having
to report everything to the Hokage. She just wanted to forget it all
with a bottle of sake. After that day that she had had, it might have
taken more than that to get her to sleep. She had wondered how many
more she would have to guzzle down just to be able to sleep
dreamlessly, unhaunted by his eyes, his face, his words.

She had just gotten the
door open when she felt that pain in her neck. Her eyes went wide and
her heart leapt into her throat. He was in her house... waiting for
her. She couldn't turn away; He would surely follow her, so she took
a deep breath and stepped into her dark house. She didn't expect to
see him right away; He would be hiding somewhere. That was his game.

She slowly crept
through her house, not knowing why she should bother. He would be
watching her. He knew she was there, and she knew that she couldn't
hide. She was about to call out to him, to get him to come out of
hiding when he struck. He had come out of the darkness, slamming her
and pinning her against a wall. He didn't bother to muffle her scream
with his hand; There were no houses or people nearby, nobody to hear
her scream. "Hello again, Anko-chan," he hissed into her
ear.

She lifted a leg to kick
him in the groin, but he shifted, grabbing a handful of her hair and
slinging her into her bedroom door. The door broke down in an
explosion of splinters, and Anko collapsed in a heap on the floor.

She couldn't move, could
only look up at him as he slowly walked towards her. She snapped out
of her trance and tried to crab walk away from him, but he reached
down and pulled her up by the collar of her mesh shirt, jerking her
to him. His face was inches from hers and she was forced to look into
his eyes. That was her first mistake... She should have just kept her
eyes closed, but all too easily she had forgotten the hypnotizing
power his eyes had on her. His eyes had not lost their golden,
snake-like gleam, even after all these years. She snapped out of it
when he laughed, her emotions changing from fear to rage in an
instant. She snarled at him, and punched him in the jaw, but he only
laughed harder and tossed her onto her bed. As soon as she hit the
bed, she leapt up from it, kunai in hand.

She attacked, tears of
rage blinding her as she aimed for his chest. He easily sidestepped
her attack, grinning evilly, his canines gleaming as he caught her
wrist, pinning it behind her back. He twisted her arm, hearing her
cry out in pain as he yanked her violently towards him. He seized the
kunai from her hand, putting it to her throat as his other arm snaked
around her waist. She shuddered when she felt his breath on the back
of her neck, but she didn't struggle. She stood there, her back to
his chest, trembling. He had her. He had beaten and humiliated her
again. She gasped when she felt his teeth scrape at her neck, and
began to struggle violently, trying to get away from his fangs. She
was deathly afraid of him biting her. The last time he had...

"Shhhhh," he
cooed in her ear, holding her firmly to him until she calmed. "Be
still, Anko. I'm not going to hurt you... Unless you want me to."
Anko gasped and her eyes widened again. Did Orochimaru just make that
kind of comment to her? She heard him laugh again before he began to
trail the kunai down her throat, into the valley of her breasts, and
over her belly before circling back up and over her breasts. Her body
trembled from the contact of the cold metal through her mesh shirt
and Orochimaru smirked at the effect that he had on her. "No,"
she pleaded when he spun her around to face him.

"Yes," he
responded before crushing his lips to hers, his tongue moving over
hers. She moaned against his mouth and he made the kiss more violent,
more animalistic. Before she realized what she was doing, her arms
were around his neck, her hands tangled in his hair, pushing him into
her.

He pulled away from
her, ripping her shirt open before pushing her onto the bed. "Sensei,
stop!" she cried out to him. "But you don't want me to,"
he whispered as he lay on top of her, ravaging her with his lips and
teeth and tongue. She moaned when she felt his hands on her, removing
the remainder of her clothes and caressing her exosed skin. When she
was fully naked beneath him, he rose to his knees, opening his long
purple and white robes, exposing his milk white skin. Anko's eyes
traced the contours of his muscles, and she blushed when she realized
that she was oggling her former teacher for
God's sake! He leaned back down, settling himself in between her
legs. Anko gazed up at him with frightened eyes, and he grinned that
malicious grin of his before leaning down to capture her mouth again.
Before he could, she turned away, whispering, "Sensei... I
can't do this."

He responded by moving his
hips, putting pressure on her nether regions, and she moaned. He
cupped her face in his hand, turning her back to face him and said,
"Yes you can." He then pressed his lips to hers, his tongue
dominating her mouth once more before he slipped inside of her.

She threw her head back
and wrapped her legs around him as he set his pace, steadily
thrusting into her. She cried out again and again, her nails raking
down his back as she let him dominate her. She closed her eyes and
let her body take over. Inside she was screaming that she shouldn't
be doing this. But it was too late to stop, and she didn't want him
to. She had always craved his attention, his acknowledgement. She was
certainly getting it now... And she loved it, no matter how wrong it
was.

It was as if he knew her
body by heart, knew just what to do to make her cry out and shake
beneath him. She arched her back upwards, and he caught her nipple in
his mouth, nipping and suckling gently, never a break in his pace as
his mouth teased her flesh.

She opened her eyes to
find him staring down at her, his eyes shining with a light that she
had never seen in them before. He flashed his canines at her before
jerking her legs up over his shoulders, thrusting into her faster,
making her loudly moan his name. He loved the sound of her moans,
especially when his name escaped her lips. He watched her as she
writhed, moved her hips to meet his, how her eyes would squeeze shut
only to shoot back open when he thrust into her harder. He loved to
control her in this way, and he knew she loved it too. She was his,
and he was going to make sure that she knew that. He was going to
make sure that she could never forget who she truly belonged to.

Anko pulled her legs
off Orochimaru's shoulders, and he leaned down, looming over her once
again. He lowered his face to her neck, sinking his fangs into her
flesh, just inches away from the curse mark. Anko screamed, feeling a
strong, pleasurable sensation pulsate throughout her body. Orochimaru
suckled at the blood that flowed from his bite, and smiled when he
sensed her nearing her peak. He quickened his thrusts, holding her
hips firmly in place, wanting to push her over the edge. Anko
squirmed, trying to move her hips to meet his, but his grip would not
loosen. His torture was driving her mad, and she begged him not to
stop. Orochimaru hissed loudly when he felt her climax, and all Anko
could do was cry out and hold onto him for dear life.

And now she lay alone
in the darkness, not feeling the slightest bit of shame at what she
had done. She found it to be strange that she didn't feel the
slightest bit dirty about sleeping with her former teacher. She
didn't feel empty anymore either... She supposed that she
shouldn't... After all, Orochimaru must have seen something important
in her, must have considered her worth fucking senseless. She sighed
heavily and pulled the covers over her naked body, remembering his
last words before she fell into sleep.

"I'll be back for
you. You still belong to me."

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